User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160131070425/@comment-3135907-20160718223657

OOC: The rat caught Grimear's unspoken prompt and gently took the paw, nodding toward the hip and adding commiseratively (and in perfect English), "This your first replacement, huh? There, there, don't strain yourself. I know. I know it hurts. Come on now, let's get you seated in the shade and a sandwich in that hand." Taking an eyeful of the prehistoric hare's puckered lips and quivering tongue, she sighed. "With a dash of tenderizer."

BIC: The rat attempted to apply the brakes- screamed as the blade made contact with her chest nonetheless -then stumbled backward, placing a paw against a tree trunk as she took in a swallow of air and a moment's reprieve she knew could not last.